Analogikal

The path you have chosen. It is one of loneliness. Solitude by choice, you convince yourself time and again. You look ahead and there’s hardly anyone there. The spotless horizon stretched out like your personal canvas. No guidelines. No guides. No lighthouse. No oasis. You look behind, making sure you are not being followed. For a change, you wish someone was in your footsteps. May be the journey would be less tiring. May be. The road you have taken is beautiful and every turn a fresh experience. Untouched grass and unturned stones all beckoning for your touch of curiosity. You remember choosing it. When there were a million paths around, you chose this one.

There are people who count on you to make this journey. People who have never been touched by your life before. Regardless of whether you reach your destination, there are countless, to be met on the way. Even more to be touched and brightened. Even if it is only for a brief moment. May be you are doing this for them. May be you are doing this for yourself. You hope that, somewhere down the path, the self, reveals to you a little more. There are a lot who cheer you on. Most for the first few steps. Then they get busy on their carousel. Going round and round. You are done going in circles and spirals. Your path has ups and downs. Bends and breaks. Rarely will it take you to the same place twice. Even when it does, you are not be the same person who had been there once before. A few others will stick around a little longer. Yet fewer will watch you go all the way. In whatever ways they can, they want to travel with you. Make it easier for you and worthwhile for them. Living vicariously. Tourists. Hoping to learn and grow with you as you go. However, this journey is yours and yours alone. And you will traverse this on your own.

You have chosen the path less travelled. Aching to breathe in the fresh air, swim in the cold rivers, run wild, run free, pause to look at your reflection and be able to say to yourself, ‘you have done right by yourself’. The more you travel the path, the more you travel through you, towards you and away from you at the same time. Winding and unwinding. Widening and narrowing. At times alone, but never lonely. The path and the people on it keep you company. Somewhere down the way, you realise that the path you have chosen has made all the difference. Even further down, it dawns on you, when there were a million paths around, this one called out to you. You never chose the path, it chose you.